30 - Petty verse

I feel your piercing eyes on me again..
Don't worry. It's natural. I'm a friend.
I mumble, 'If not now, then when-'
I bite my sweating lips and resent the pen.

Your looks are unwelcomed, but expected,
I can't tell you how many times i've been affected,
But I can count on one hand when I've been rejected-
And less still when I come to myself, neglected.

It's every mans goal to find perfection,
Not just in himself, not that warped, petty reflection-
It's welcomed, mind, but more welcomed's you n your complexion.
I want to see your words change their inflection.

I want to see you love me, and how you change
How you change your breathing, how you say it's strange-
How I fit in, ruin your plans, gotta rearrange-
It's only natural, dear, it's the art of our age.

I wanna see your breath in the air-
On those cold cold days where we wouldn't dare
To be caught so alone in our little afair,
without our clothes, completely bare.

If you listen for a second, just press pause,
Stop the music or pull ya headphone cords,
Give it a second and listen to the sorts
Of noise out there, nature's applause.